When Citrine looked down at her chubby belly, she noticed some vibrations in a small area to the left of her belly button. These corresponded with that little kicking she was feeling.

"Blake, is this you?" she asked, giddy with excitement as she gave the fluttering bit of belly fat a few pats.

"Ah! Ack! Ow!" Blake yelped as Citrine's hand struck him over and over. "Yes, that's me! Now get me out of here!"

"Wow, you're in my belly fat, Blake! How cool is that? Now we can hang out forever!" As Citrine gleefully summarised Blake's situation, her belly let out a loud gurgle.

"What? No, you can't keep me in here forever!" Blake protested, but he was silenced by Citrine pressing her hand on him and rubbing her belly, swirling him around and around.

"Well why did you appear in my room all tiny and bite-size and tasty?" Citrine asked, although her continued belly rub didn't let Blake answer. "And why did you become a living bit of belly fat once I digested you?" She kept rubbing her gurgling belly for another minute before realising that Blake wasn't saying anything. "Oh, you can't talk when I rub my belly?" She took her hand away and Blake started gasping, as if he had been underwater and just got back to the surface. As he started trying to explain how he ended up in this situation, however, he began to get nervous, which caused him to stammer and tremble. Citrine smiled and stroked the tiny mage with her fingertips, enjoying the feeling of him moving around in her belly.

"OK," Blake started to explain after taking a moment to compose himself, "so I was trying to do some magic to-"

"Wait," Citrine interrupted, "so magic isn't just a D&D thing, it's actually real?"

"Yes," Blake replied, "and the spirits I spoke with promised to make me stronger. For five days, I'd be immune to physical harm, but I'd also be tiny."

"And you took that deal?" Citrine asked incredulously. "I wouldn't want to be shrunk down like that."

"Well, I was doing it because there's this girl I like, and I really want her to like me." Blake felt his nerves kick in again and Citrine felt a bit of warmth radiate from his spot on her belly. "So the spirits also teleported me to where she was."

"Teleported you to-" Citrine suddenly realised what Blake was implying. "Blake, are you saying ... you like me? Like, 'like' like?" she asked in a shaky voice.

"Y ... yes," Blake answered, his voice equally shaky. For a few seconds, he couldn't hear anything except Citrine's belly continuing to gurgle. Then, all of a sudden, his whole world started jumping up and down as his crush sprang from her bed and began to bounce on the balls of her feet, making her plump belly jiggle. Where her tank top came down to just above her belly button before, it slowly rode up until her entire belly was exposed. While this happened, Blake just heard a squeal of delight and rapid fire "Oh my god"s from above, drowning out his own screams from being bounced around so vigorously.

"I ... I like you too, Blake," Citrine said as she sat back down on her bed, "and you didn't have to make yourself stronger or anything. Although I'm kinda glad you got shrunk." She blushed as she made that last comment and Blake started to shiver nervously again.

"You're gonna help me get out of your belly, right?" Blake pleaded. "I may have been shrunk but I'm still a person."

"Aww," Citrine replied in a half-disappointed, half-teasing tone, "but you look so cute in my belly fat, and you feel so good in there too. And, to be honest, if I did get you out, you were so tasty, I'd just gobble you up again." Those words would have sent a shiver up Blake's spine if only he still had a spine.

"Come on, Citrine! I love you but I don't want to be trapped in your belly forever!" Out of desperation, he tried throwing a little flattery into the mix. "Even if ... even if it is the most beautiful belly I've ever seen!" He heard Citrine giggle at his remark, and then his world shifted as she rose from her bed and walked up to her mirror, her pudgy belly jiggling with each step she took, though not as much as it did earlier. He stared at the reflection of her belly and watched as she slowly seductively ran her hand over it, humming as she gave his words some thought. He quivered with excitement at the sight of this and he could see exactly where in her belly he was making little vibrations.

"It just feels incredible having you in my belly," Citrine said. "Like, you have no idea how good it feels. The thought of never getting to experience that feeling again ... well, it ..." She trailed off as she struggled to articulate the mixture of sadness and disappointment she felt at the prospect, but her tone of voice got the message across. As Blake looked up at the reflection of Citrine's face and saw her frowning, he even started to feel guilty about wanting to get out of her belly, but he knew he couldn't just stay in there forever.

"Maybe I could still go in your belly from time to time," Blake suggested. "Like I said, I can do magic, so we could work something out where I can still live my life, I can still be your boyfriend, and I can spend time in your belly, giving you that wonderful feeling you're talking about, without being forced to stay in there forever." As he spoke, he saw Citrine's expression morph into a soft smile.

"You would do that just for me?" Citrine said happily. "You're so sweet, Blake! And in more ways than one." She gave Blake a knowing wink. "Alright, that sounds like a fair compromise. I promise I'll try not to just gobble you up the moment you get out of my belly." The two of them had a little chuckle at Citrine's promise. "Seriously, Blake, you're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for, and I wanna be a good girlfriend for you."

"You're the best girlfriend I could ever ask for," Blake replied. The next thing he saw was Citrine planting a kiss on her index and middle finger, and then those same fingers pressing gently on him for a second. This was an unusual situation for a young couple to be in, but the two of them were going to make the most of it.

But what was Citrine planning to do first?